I actually liked this one, its starting to explain some things although you wont notice them if you don't know what your looking for ^ ^;
My favorite HP character is in this chap so that makes it even better XD
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (if I did I would get rid of all Draco's fangirls and keep him all to myself ^ ^)
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Chapter 2
To a normal person these findings would have been deemed unexplainable, but not to me. I had started using the text in an old dark magic book I had found when I was young. A tall, bleach blond with rather long hair for a man had traded it for my silver hand held mirror. I had never really given thought to it before though. One day when I was on an outing with my grandmother we wandered into an eerie inn. There were barely any people there, but those few where enough to catch my attention. They wore robes and hats with a tall center that fell to one side. One of the ladies, at least in her late 40, bearing a long, silver robe that glinted even though there was no light came up to me. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and she wore spectacles before her rather stern eyes. "Where's your mummy little one?" the woman wondered. I was unable to respond. I had never seen anyone wearing such robes, nor would I ever again. After I had regained my senses I looked around.
My granny had disappeared and the protected feeling she gave me was replaced by panic. "I – I don't know!" I cried, facing the woman again. "Well dear, come with me then, I'll help you find her." She explained. Even then I new better than to trust strangers, but there was something about her, a feel of authority accompanied by a warm heart. We went through the back door of the inn. In front of me was a tall, seemingly never ending wall. "She's not here." I commented. "Shush child, come with me." The woman repeated. She tapped a few bricks in what seemed to be a random order. Out of no where a loud noise appeared. The kind of sound that came from bricks scraping apart from each other. When I focused my attention on the wall again, it was gone. Confused I looked up at the lady. "Don't worry dear, we'll find your mummy, now, what's your name?" she kindly asked. "San," I told her simply. She nodded and began to walk again, holding my hand. After a few minutes she steered me over to a tall, official looking man. "Good afternoon Topa, how are you?" she inquired. "Why, hello Minerva, good to see you. Just keeping order as always. What brings you to me?" he replied.
"Have there been any complaints or searches yet?" she continued, "This little girl here was lost over in the Leaky Cauldron." "Well, there was one lady, rather short, old woman who came by looking for her granddaughter. She was looking for a girl named Sang Me." He told them. "That's me!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. "That's great." The man replied. He pulled out a short, polished stick and began to wave it around. A second later a loud scream echoed through the streets. There she was, my grandma, sitting on a flying broom, heading straight towards us. „Nanna!" I shouted, throwing out my arms. The broom came to a dead stop and then gently reached the ground. "Oh dear, I'm afraid I haven't done that in so long a time I've completely lost my touch." The old lady explained, dismounting the broom. "Hi dear, I'm sorry about that, my mind doesn't function as well as it used to." She said scooping me up, "I'm sorry for causing you any trouble." "That's what I'm here for." The man said. The kind lady had already left.
"Let's go have a look at some stuff, how does that sound sweetie?" she inquired. I nodded cheerfully. We headed towards a different part of the street. I looked up to see the sign, but it was faded and hard to recognize, something with a B or K. It was darker here and definitely less crowded. My grandmother was, aside from me, also holding a basket full of what looked like old, rusty junk. She took a quick turn and went into a shop with me. Putting me down she patted my head and told me to go look around. I didn't exactly want to leave her again, but back then adventure meant something to me. I reached into her basket and pulled out a bright silver mirror with a crack at the side. When I looked in I saw a short brown hared girl much like myself. Except this girl was wearing a black robe and holding a broom. Behind her where too shadows. One was so bright I couldn't really see it and the other was so dark that the features where hard to make out. All of a sudden the picture blurred and I saw the plain old reflection of myself. Except ... I jumped as all of a sudden a tall, white-blond man smirked down at me.
"You should be careful little girl, you might get lost." He said, in a cold, proud voice. "I was lost." I told him honestly. "I'm sure you where." The man replied, kneeling down before me. I backed off a little, what I felt for that nice lady was the exact opposite of what I felt from this man. He continued to sport his grin. "I have a deal for you little girl." He whispered, "I'll give you this beautiful, amazing book for your ugly mirror." I looked down at the book he was presenting to me. It was leather bound with dark black markings on the front. "I can't read." I told him bluntly. "No need, here, let me show you." The man opened the book, to a blank page, actually, come to think of it; they were all blank pages, "Now put your hand here and close your eyes." Sudden warmth filled me as I slowly opened my eyes. A beautiful red silk dress replaced the skirt and blouse I was wearing before. „Wow!" I exclaimed, reaching for the book. He took out a stick like the man named Topa had, waved it, and the dress disappeared. I was back in my former clothes but I still wanted the book. "Give me that mirror first." He commanded.
It sure was a hard decision for me back then. The book was amazing but I loved the things I saw in that mirror. Yet like all decisions a choice was made. I picked up the mirror to hand it over but quickly I let go of it and it crashed to the floor. The handle had suddenly become too hot to bear. A shard fell into my hand. Before I could take it out it began to melt, sink into my palm, then the wound healed and it completely disappeared. "Ah, clumsy child, here." He thrust the book at me and retrieved the mirror. Then he got up and turned on his heals to leave. "Draco." He called out, "Come, we're going." Out of the shadows a boy my age raced towards the man. He had the same color hair but wasn't quit as cynical looking. „Coming!" he replied and raced towards his dad. The boy reached for the man's hand, but the man pulled back and walked outside. I felt sorry for that boy, but there wasn't exactly anything I could do about it. I began looking through the book, but didn't find anything; they were all just blank pages. Back then I didn't know how to look properly though.
Nowadays I understand it better then my native language sometimes. I looked outside again to see that the hail had stopped. I went over to my bed and flung myself onto it. Not even bothering to pull the sheets over me I relaxed my body and immediately after fell asleep. Had I been a little more aware I would have noticed that the window was open again and that a curious creature that wasn't seen in this area often swooped in. After it dropped a letter onto the floor it did a sharp turn and left again. Silently the window slid shut, waiting for just another boring day to start . . .
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